When I was at school it was the late 80s and the IRA were busy doing their thing.
There was one lad in the year above who didn't like the first lesson after lunch on a Wednesday afternoon. So every Wednesday lunch time he would go to the phone box near the school and call the police in a fake Irish accent claiming to have planted a bomb in the school, which meant we all got evacuated.
Problem was that Wednesday afternoon was when my class had PE so Wednesday afternoons were spent standing in various states of undress in the field outside the art block.
( Mrs Entity is in hiding., Sat 21 Apr 2012, 12:32, Reply)